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Twisted - Wee 25
“Clark! You were talking.”
“No, Sir, it wasn’t me, it was-“
“To my desk!”
The class was riveted. Since the tawse had been banned, we’d thought Smith was powerless.
“Kneel down, arms out to the side.”
He grinned, placed a bible on the back of one of my hands, a dictionary on the other.
“Stay perfectly still for three minutes, or you’ll go to the headmaster’s office.”
Facing the board, aching under the weight of knowledge, I felt tears trickle down my face.
We should have known Smith would make us yearn for the days of ‘six of his best’.
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Comment by: karjon Online- 2008-02-27 13:22
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| Thanks, Janet - much appreciated. |
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| I'm impressed. Nice write, Karen, though Smith is a bit shy of imaginative. I, too, figured you for something more profound. Great story though. Janet |
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Comment by: karjon Online- 2008-02-17 14:08
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Thanks David - you're right about 'I felt', it could definitely go.
Thanks Grae - ah, well, Clark is my maiden name and the teacher's name was actually Van Der Morten - neither particularly Scottish, I'm afraid. We still had the belt in the '70s - last time I remember getting it was in 1976 (and ah never did it, honest ah never).
Thanks Geordie - ah, the heidie's daughter - you must have gone through all sorts of hell.
Thanks Tim - so you want me to kill a was? Yeah, you're right.
Cheers
Karen |
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The class was riveted.
//sat riveted.
i know.. just me.
Facing the board, aching under the weight of knowledge,
//wow.. nice.
I felt tears trickle down my face.
//nice.
We should have known Smith would make us yearn for the days of ‘six of his best’.
//really wicked little thingy here.
its tight.
thanks,
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Comment by: wizzer - 2008-02-13 14:32
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my father was a head master and we got our letterbox blown up every guy fawks!
i remember my father had 6 naughty fellows lined up and half way through The Discipline his back gave way.
SO glad it's not allowed now.
xxxgeo
enjoyed the story a lot |
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A collection of micro-fiction by 72 writers, from 27 countries, compiled by Jenni Doherty, published by Guildhall Press with support from the Arts Council of Northern Ireland.
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